Sunday, May 8, 2022

You Were Saying, Sage?

As for poetry, 
Nothing is ever 
 
Finished, not 
Even the thought 
 
Of it disappearing— 
All for naught.

 

Friday, May 6, 2022

Murky Waters

It looks to be 
Another long, hot, dry summer— 
 
Eyeless in dank wells, even 
The eels seem reluctant 
 
To sweat it out.

 

 

 

Monday, May 2, 2022

Stetson, Il Miglior Fabricator

Easy does it, 
My discerning amigo— 
Don’t you dare think that 
 
Once you get the hang of it, 
You’re free to stick another feather 
In your hat and straightaway
 
Hang it up—methinks you must 
First learn the difference between 
A fedora and a terza rima, 
 
What make you of that?

 

Friday, April 29, 2022

Unsaid And Straight To The Heart Of The Matter

Yes, by all means 
This time do set it down 
Right, reticent one, clearly 
And cleanly as possible, all the way 
To its worm-eaten core—
 
And listen up good—
Leave no loose ends dangling, 
Like those that devilish 
Wriggler left so you could 
Choke on them in its absence;
 
That said, what are you waiting for? 
Eat your heart out, full 
Speed ahead—we’re dying 
Here to watch you do it right 
This time around, 
 
Nuff said?

 

Wednesday, April 27, 2022

To A "T"

There was nothing 
He couldn’t do,
 
And he did it so well
He never had to try. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

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